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He is also a friend of the defiled Samaritan, friendly as a brother is he with these heathen and and " she whispered, "he keepeth company with harlots." "Harlots!" exclaimed the maidens under their breath. "Yea what manner of prophet thinkest thou this be?" "Hast thou thyself seen the evil things of which thou beareth witness?" Debora asked of Huldah. "Nay, but such are the reports."
And speech hath it that the wife of Pilate doth dazzle the eye with such gorgeous apparel as is seen only in the Roman circus." "Glad is my heart," said Martha, "that Herod be undone in the glory of display for apeth he not the Romans? Herod is great when there is none greater, but ever doth Rome send the greatest." "Nay, not Rome sends the greatest to the Passover." It was Debora who spoke.
If he could have met Debora again, he would have forgiven her sibylline deceptions, her father's chicanery. And how did they spin their web? Ferval, student of the occult, greedy of metaphysical problems, at first set it down to Indian Yogi magic. But the machinery the hideously discordant human orchestra, the corybantic dancing! No, he rejected the theory.
So there is a fringe of green blades set thick with blue blossoms on top of the old wall with vines, and of these, as of the valley of lilies she hath found, doth Mary throw up her hands and cry 'Beautiful!" Anna and Debora laughed as Martha acted the part of Mary and they passed on toward the lily beds.
His senses and imagination had been hypnotized by all this fracas and by the beauty of the girl. With such a mate and such formidable music, he could conquer the earth! His brain was afire with the sweetness of the odour that enveloped them, an odour as penetrating as the music of the nocturnal Chopin. "Debora," he whispered, "you must never go away from me." She hung her head.
"Nazareth," Anna repeated with curling lip. "Nazareth is a town of beggars and thieves, so sayeth my father. Can any good thing come out of Nazareth? My father hath mentioned the name of Jesus was he at the Passover feast last year?" "Yea, and the Feast of Tabernacles," Debora answered. "Jesus of Nazareth," Martha repeated, putting her hand to her forehead.
For twenty-four hours he had not ceased thinking of the girl with the tambourine, of her savage, sullen grace, her magnificent poise and strange glance. He had learned at his hotel that she was called "Debora la folle," and that she was the daughter of the still crazier Baki. Was she some sort of a gypsy, or a Continental version of Salvation Army lass? No one knew. Each year, at the beginning of autumn, the pair wandered into Rouen, remained a few weeks, and disappeared. Where? Paris, perhaps, or Italy or l
It was like the flare of lightning which illuminates strange regions beyond the borders of the soul. Ferval no longer heard, he felt; he felt no more, he saw. The white veil was torn asunder, and it showed him a melodious thunder-pool wherein tapering tiny bodies swam, whose eyes were the eyes of Debora.
And now cometh the worse of them all. Yea, I have heard of him. A wolf in sheep's clothing a false prophet is he. Never was he taught in the Temple school, yet doth he dare within its sacred portals to teach others. By an evil one is he led." "Why dost thou say by an evil one?" asked Debora. "Dost thou, a daughter of Israel, so ask?
With Anna and Debora, Martha was going to Jerusalem, where, just outside the city gate, she was to meet Mary, the mother of James and other women who had followed their acclaimed King from his own Galilee, and were now going to his sepulchre.
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